The villagers who came to buy tofu later saw clearly that Wang San was beaten with a broom by Mr. Qin.
No one came out to start a fight. When they saw Wang San howling and screaming after being whipped, they all regarded it as a show and almost didn't even clap their hands.
"It makes you have such evil intentions!"
"Let me show you those dirty hands!"
There were screams one after another, and with the sound of the broom blowing through the air, Wang San was beaten to tears.
After the incident a few days ago, his injuries were still not fully healed. At this time, he was chased and beaten violently by a woman. Not only did no villagers around him come to help, but they also gathered around and whispered and pointed. This time
It actually caused him physical and psychological trauma.
Zhuang Keqing stood behind the tofu stall. Her mouth had not been closed since her mother took the broom.
Is it her mother who is swinging the broom like crazy? Her mother who doesn’t even speak loudly?
The farce went on for a quarter of an hour, and it was not over until Wang San couldn't stand it anymore and ran away.
Only then did the surrounding villagers gather around. They all came up to ask how Qin could be so angry.
"You are obviously a doughty person, why are you so popular today?"
"Yes, Mrs. Qin, how did Wang San offend you?"
Qin Manzhi didn't want to explain the reason. She sullenly went back to the yard and put down the broom, and then came out to close the tofu stall. Regardless of the complaints from the villagers who had not bought tofu outside, she just took her daughter's hand.
Entered the house.
"Ke'er, I wanted to wait for a while before talking to you." Qin Manzhi sat her daughter on the bed and sat on the other side. She said solemnly to Zhuang Keqing.
"Mom, what are you going to say? I'm just listening." Zhuang Keqing had never seen his mother so angry before, and she even breathed lightly at this moment.
"Then Wang San is an idle scoundrel, who specializes in deceiving little girls who don't know the world. I thought you were young and didn't understand this at all. I was afraid that I would taint your ears before, but what happened today, I can't
Stop talking!"
"A few days ago, your Aunt Guihua reminded me that Aunt Wang saw that our tofu business had started, and she was uneasy. She wanted to let his son trick you before you decided to get married, so that he could marry you.
This tofu recipe will take over our business."
Zhuang Keqing originally thought it was strange that Wang San appeared today. But now that her mother said this, she immediately figured it out.
This Aunt Wang made a good calculation.
As long as her son gets his hands on it, the banker will not only lose the tofu recipe, but also the tofu business, and both mother and daughter will become the slaves of the Wang family to make money in the future.
"Mom, I understand. I will just walk around him from now on." Zhuang Keqing nodded, shook her mother's hand and promised.
"I know you are a perceptive person. Our family's life will get better soon, but we can't let the bad-hearted person take advantage of it. In short, you should pay more attention in the future!"
Qin Manzhi felt relieved after receiving her daughter's assurance. At this time, Aman, who was lying on the inside of the bed, woke up. He turned around and saw that his mother and sister were both there, babbling and waving his little hands for a hug.
The originally serious atmosphere was disturbed by this little treasure and suddenly became much more relaxed.
"Man Bao is awake? Sister, come and give me a hug." Zhuang Keqing turned sideways and gently took her brother out of the bed. She stretched out her fingers and teased him a few times. Seeing that his brother seemed to be about to cry, she knew he was
I'm hungry.
"Mom, you feed Man Bao first, and I'll clean up the water I bought yesterday."
Anyway, we can't do the tofu business today, so why not braise the pork offal early? If we hurry up, we can have it in the evening.
After she came back yesterday, she roughly cleaned the pig offal.
This job is really difficult to do. The heart, liver, and kidneys are just the same, but the pig intestines are really difficult to handle. After washing it several times, there was still some mucus that couldn't be washed away, so my mother thought of adding some bean dregs to try, but she didn't expect it.
It's washed cleanly.
After processing, she cut the pig offal into fist-sized pieces and soaked it in water overnight. Looking at it now, the bottom of the pelvic floor was covered with red blood, while the pig offal was much refreshed, and even the fishy smell was gone.
Quite a few.
She then took the spices she bought yesterday, regardless of the ratio, just took a little of each, rinsed it with water, then wrapped it in gauze and prepared.
Then start heating the stove to boil water.
I took the opportunity to get the offal in the water while it was cold, and when the water was about to boil, I skimmed off the fishy scum and then fished out all the offal.
She took out the sugar cube she bought last time, broke off a small piece, mixed it with the lard she had boiled before, and stir-fried it until it became a sugar color, and then poured the drained pork offal into the pot.
"Stab~"
The pot was hot, and a large cloud of oily smoke was created as soon as the things were put in.
Zhuang Keqing didn't have time to open the door, so he took the spatula and stir-fried for a while, then quickly added bean paste, salt and sugar. While the pig offal was still squeaking in the pot, he poured a full basin of water and threw it away.
Put in the prepared ingredients and onion and ginger.
By this time, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of meat.
In the past, people saw how cheap pig offal was and bought it for meat. But first of all, the treatment was not clean, and then they were reluctant to add oil and sugar. Even the bean paste was sparingly added. Of course, it was fishy and spicy. Finally,
You still have to pinch your nose to eat.
After that, no one bought it, and it was a waste of sauce and would be scolded by the mother-in-law.
But Zhuang Keqing's pot of pork offal was different. The smell of the marinade hadn't been cooked yet, and the aroma of the stir-fry floated out along the chimney, attracting some greedy insects.
"What does this smell like? It's delicious."
"Which company made the meat, right? It's out of season, so I'm willing to give it up."
"I always feel like there's some other smell mixed in. Well, it just smells good."
It was not yet time for lunch, but the residents around Zhuang Keqing felt a little hungry.
Here, Shen Ling went up the mountain and found a clean stone with shade, then put down the tofu in his hand.
The lotus leaves are green, and the soft white and tender tofu is placed on it. The tofu has a refreshing fragrance. In this increasingly hot weather, just looking at it makes people feel cool and comfortable.
The bowl of porridge turned into sweat on the way up the mountain and disappeared without a trace. Now Shen Ling was hungry, but looking at the piece of tofu in front of him, he was a little reluctant to eat it.
"You're good! What do you call me?"
In his mind, the way the girl talked to him that day and the way she secretly observed him today appeared in his mind. He knew that the piece of tofu in his hand was bigger than what others had bought, but the girl didn't say anything because she didn't want him to.
Remember this kindness.
He didn't like people giving charity, but the other person's invisible kindness made his heart warm.
A cool breeze blew through the woods, bringing with it the refreshing scent of grass and trees. The sunlight filtered through the layers of leaves and cast mottled shadows on his body. He held up the lotus leaf with both hands and lowered his head, like the most devout prayer in the world.
